The (non) Surfer's Prayer

Dear Ocean, Thank you for always being there, no matter what. I know that (almost) every day of my life you are offering me some …

When time just stops

What is that song about time stopping? I can hear it but can't hear enough of it to remember what or who it is. It goes like.…

Back in New York

Today was my first day back surfing in New York. I arrived back in time for the biggest snowstorm of the winter---1 foot of snow …

The skurf blog

I think I'll just say that the afternoon I spent out at Cowell's in Santa Cruz was one of the most miserable surf days of…

Sewage, seaweed and seals

I'm in California halfway through my skurfing (skiing and surfing) trip. So far the snow has been much more impressive than t…

3 for 4

Yesterday I tried to surf, I really did; but when I woke up early, there was little out there. Went back to bed, and by the time …

Surfing to Schubert

Yes, it's possible. (Franz Schubert, early nineteenth century composer of classical music; look him up if you don't know.…

Surf contest

No, not really. But it was my first time surfing with L. in months, the first time since she's gotten better. Though she is s…

Inaugural surf

In the interest of full disclosure, I am obliged to report that I sucked today. It's because the waves were more than two fee…

Cold, schmold

Here's one of many reasons I love living at the beach: in the middle of a snowy 19 degree day in January, when surfing is the…

Christmas Wave Stoke

I waited for it. I looked for it. It happened. Christmas waves! Actually I've been waiting since last Christmas. That day the…

The unexpected

When I do my annual writeup of the highlights and lowlights of the past year (not for public consumption, just for me), I know wh…